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X-Men: Apocalypse  (2016)

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Since the dawn of civilization, he was worshipped as a god. Apocalypse, the first and most powerful mutant from Marvel’s X-Men universe, amassed the powers of many other mutants, becoming immortal and invincible. Upon awakening after thousands of years, he is disillusioned with the world as he finds it and recruits a team of powerful mutants, ……….

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X-Men: Apocalypse (2016)

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Since the dawn of civilization, he was worshipped as a god. Apocalypse, the first and most powerful mutant from Marvel’s X-Men universe, amassed the powers of many other mutants, becoming immortal and invincible. Upon awakening after thousands of years, he is disillusioned with the world as he finds it and recruits a team of powerful mutants, including a disheartened Magneto, to cleanse mankind and create a new world order, over which he will reign. As the fate of the Earth hangs in the balance, Raven with the help of Professor X must lead a team of young X-Men to stop their greatest nemesis and save mankind from complete destruction.

Hello and goodbye. I am Bucky Barnes, and this is my letter to you. 
I don’t have much time.

If I could, I would write pages upon pages, line upon line
Stroke upon stroke.
But I can’t.
They’re listening; they’re everywhere.
They stain the walls with dried blood and grime
And plague the inner workings of my mind
I cannot escape them.
This place is filthy; horrors echo through the iron cell, reminding me that I am not a person.
Only an asset.
The red star is a symbol of my death
And each time I see its evil glint on my left arm, I hold my breath.
I have one memory of my mother. She told me when I’m afraid,
I need to close my eyes and be strong.
I did that while I was strapped to a chair made of lightning.
And when I woke up, I forgot who I was.
She said the bad thoughts go away, but they don’t.
The entities manifest in 10 words, buzzing in my head like a plague of moths. My mind is a corpse of what it used to be.

There are some things I adore
One being a distant memory of a blonde haired man,
And the other a red-headed girl I see in the outer circles of this hell.
I don’t know her name; and I don’t know the man’s name.
But they help me deal with this nightmare.
The girl reminds me of a blood red sunset and the man reminds me of a life I never got to live.
The distant memory of my mom helps too. I can feel her warm smile when I’m locked inside the cage of forgetfulness.
I didn’t want this. I never asked for this. I joined the fight for peace,
But now I’m fighting for what’s left of my sanity. 
I was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath the layers of false hope
And now I’m a deer caught in headlights,
falling quickly into oblivion.
I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I pray next to the metal bars that drip with the memories I can no longer recall. I pray for a god to deliver me into exaltation-

I hear the demons coming. Their laughter is bouncing off the brick barriers. It’s a haunting sound.
I have to go. But before I do, I’ll tell you this.
They will break me, torment me, hurt me.
When I’m strapped to the chair of lightning, or when I’m bleeding on the floor in the name of supposed restoration,
I will get back up and write to you again, because that is how I will be strong.
I will be strong. 
I promise.

—  Bucky’s letters from behind the iron walls of HYDRA. (@yourplumbucky)
Faking It Drabble #26 (Bare from Dean’s POV)

“I trust you.” And that was it, wasn’t it? The thing that made it okay that he was in love with her. The thing that he had never been able to say to anyone other than Sam,but that was different. The truth of that statement hit him harder every time he said it to her. And every time she said it back.

He wasn’t sure why this was so…intimate. But it was. Her knees framed his hips as she sat on the counter, biting her lip in concentration as she pulled the razor over his skin. He could tell from her breathing that she was turned on by this. His cock was hard and aching. But that wasn’t the point. This closeness was bigger than arousal. More important.

When she was finished, something was changed in him. It wasn’t just letting someone else do something so personal. It wasn’t just how hot it was. He was letting her take care of him. Admitting that he wanted her to.

And now he was going to take care of her.

God, he could stare at her all day. She had no idea what she looked like spread out like this, but Dean hoped she could see in his face how much he wanted her. She was fucking perfect. All pink and glistening, warm and open for him, only for him.

If he thought that her shaving his face was intimate, he’d had no idea. He dragged the razor slowly, carefully, worshiping this part of her as well as protecting it, exposing it carefully. And she was going crazy. She didn’t move, but she was dripping all over the bed, the flush of her skin deepening, moaning every now and then.

Dean could spend the rest of this life and the next one right here in this moment.

He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her, to show her how good it was going to feel now. But even with all his excitement, even with his erection throbbing against his lower stomach, he didn’t hurry.

No, there was no hurrying with her. Only savoring.